Fingersmith
“'You know that Richard took me away from my uncle's house? You know my uncle is rich, and will seek me out?''Your uncle?' she says. She has brought me a tray, but stands in the door' place until I move back.'Mr Lilly,' I say, as I do it. 'You know who I mean. He still thinks me his niece, at least. Don't you suppose he will send a man, and find me? Do you think he will thank you, for keeping me like this?''I should say he will—if he cares so much about it. Ain't we made you cosy, dear?''You know you have not. You know you are keeping me here against my will. For God's sake, give me my gown, won't you?''All right, Mrs Sucksby?'—It is Mr Ibbs. My voice has risen, and has brought him out of the kitchen to the foot of the stairs. Richard, too, has stirred in his bed: I hear him cross his floor, draw open his door, and listen.'All right!' calls Mrs Sucksby lightly. There, now,' she says to me. 'And here's your breakfast, look, growing chilly.'She sets the tray upon the bed. The door is ope...n; but I know that Mr Ibbs still stands at the foot of the stairs, that Richard waits and listens at the top.MoreLess
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